1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints, and prove
How large his grace, how kind his love,
Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and trace
The wond'rous records of his grace.
3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days:
Tho' grief and tears the night employ,
The morning stars restores the joy.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | I will extol thee, Lord, on high |
| Title: | Sickness healed, and Sorrows removed |
| Meter: | Long Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1793 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. First Part |